Sitting in a hidden stairwell to get out of the rain, stolen moments in dark places on the quiet streets.
Staying out to late, but you just can not stand to part so soon.
Long conversations, sharing your world, one word at a time.
Laughing and loving until the sun rises in the distance.
Rush of adrenaline, chasing the dragon, until you just can't get any higher.
Knowing it is wrong but not caring, anything to feel that euphoria.
Music connects the universes, the rhythm of the song breaking down the language barriers.
"What if I came knockin' and kicked and kicked?"
"What if I asked for your truth and your love and your honesty?"
Would you give it? Would you take it back? Would you remember?
Long letters, trying to explain. Trying to tell you the truth, but you don't hear me.
Maybe you really did not care after all...or maybe you saw what I didn't say instead.
Winters spent just trying to stay warm, longing for Spring to melt the ice around my heart.
You were the Sun and the Moon, basking me in radiant light, and bathing me in cool shadows.
Everything happens for a reason, and this was no different.
You paved the way, setting the tone in which I will live out the rest of my life.
You gave me the strength to carry on, remembering lessons taught, forged by fire, strengthened in the snow.
You shaped me into the warrior woman I am today.
I found my match, years later, and I see now what you were trying to teach me.
Your task now finished, you departed for other realms, but still you are near, still you speak to me.
In those hidden stairwells, when it is raining, and those quiet spaces in the dark, only now those spaces are in my mind...
"Would you build up those big walls, or try to hide behind that smile?"
" Or could it be your fear, of trying something real?"
I was scared to death of "real", but you knew that.
"One of these days," you said.
"One of these days, you will find someone who won't fit inside those neat little boxes you have in your heart."
You were right, as usual.
You can not keep something wild and untamed in a box, for it will wither and die.
It was one of the hardest lessons I have ever had to learn.
Now it grows wild and free, changing everything it touches.
Changing me.
I get it now....
You knew it would.
Now you are part of the Ether...nowhere and everywhere, and still you teach me.
You teach me with memories......
Memories....
Monday, May 17, 2010
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